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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Daily Kos: Of poets and war - a meditation

Daily Kos: Of poets and war - a meditation

Of poets and war - a meditation

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

The words are of Rupert Brooke, a poet born this day in 1887, who died in 1915. The sonnet is titled simply "The Solder."

Brooke was one of a series of British poets of the Great War, the War to End All Wars, as it was called until in